Early mornin' blues

I woke up at 7:40 this morning to take a buddy to class. I think that's the earliest I've gotten out of bed for quite a while. Mornings should be refreshing and exciting. Rarely do they feel that way. I guess that's my fault.

I'm being taught many a lesson in the area of humility and self-sufficiency. Tough lessons. Slow to learn, quick to question. It's a good thing the Lord is patient, and gracious- infinitely so. It seems most of my hours outside being taught lessons are fights to see who Jesus is. Atleast I'm fighting, but it'd be great if there were a whole lot more seein' goin on. I guess I can't complain too much. I don't deserve the glimpses I get, and I need to stop acting like I do.

People keep asking how excited I am about this summer and the internship I'm serving. Is it a bad thing when I say I don't think it about it all that much? I suppose I just take the stance of when it comes, it comes and I'll think about it then. The Lord has me where I'm at now, so I'm going to think about where I'm at now opposed to where I'll be at when I'm there. That probably made no sense to any of you, but it is 8:43 in the morning after all.

I think blogspot isn't much different than xanga. It's a site for more mature bloggers. Even so, I imagine I'll look back at this in five years if it's still around and say "Boy was I immature." I hope I can say that atleast. When God stops growing me up and stretching me, I begin to worry. Here's an answer to a previous question. How excited am I for the internship? Quite. I'm hoping God will stretch me like taffy. That'll be quite odd if He does though. A taller skinnier Blake would be a much scarier Blake.